Saturday, May 22, 00:53am

She has never had sex. Anastasia has never had sex?

She's a fucking virgin?!

I feel all the blood drain from my face. She's a whole lot more innocent than I thought. And I've just told her… everything. I've just exposed her to… all that! For the first time in my life, I think I'm going to pass out. I feel all the blood drain from my face.

"Never?" I manage to whisper.

She only shakes her head.

"You're a virgin?" I continue to whisper. For the life of me, I can't raise the volume of my speech.

She nods again, turning even redder.

I am unbelievably angry. How could I have done this? Why didn't I ask her sooner, before I showed her all of this fucking freakshow stuff? Oh god, oh motherfucking god. Rage flares through my veins like wildfire, and suddenly I want to hit something. I want to hit her. Give her a real good caning.

I force myself to close my eyes and count to ten, one of the many coping skills I've learned in my many years of therapy.

When I open them again, I'm still furious.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I snarl at her.

I walk away from her, and pace back, raking my hands roughly through my hair. This is… This is some fucked up shit—that's what this is.

"I don't understand why you didn't tell me!"

"The subject never came up," she says, still ashamed, still quiet, "I'm not in the habit of revealing me sexual status to everyone I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other." She peeks up at me.

"Well, you know a lot more about me now," I bark, knowing I sound angry—but shit, I'm angry as fucking hell! "I knew you were inexperienced, but a virgin! Hell, Ana, I just showed you…" I groan. "May God forgive me." Suddenly, I think of something. "Have you ever been kissed, apart from by me?"

"Of course I have." She seems offended by my question, but I had to know.

"And a nice young man hasn't swept you off your feet? I just don't understand," I groan, pacing again, "You're twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. You're beautiful…" I trail off, pushing my hands through my hair again. "And you're seriously discussing what I want to do, when you have no experience." I am absolutely appalled at the bravery of this woman. But still so, so confused. "How have you avoided sex?" I demand, "Tell me, please."

She simply shrugs her shoulders. "No one's really, you know…" She trails off. "Why are you so angry with me?" she whispers.

Something in my chest tugs at her softly spoken question. "I'm not angry with you," I tell her softly, "I'm angry with myself. I just assumed…" I sigh, and stare at her intently. I shake my head. This can't happen. This can't be her first sexual encounter, I won't do that to her. She needs someone who can be gentle with her, make love to her. "Do you want to go?" I ask her.

"No," she says, "not unless you want me to go."

Oh. This changes things. I'm bewildered by this woman. She's seen all of this, and she's not running screaming. Lust opens up deep inside me. Down, boy.

"Of course not, I like having you here." I frown as I say this, realizing that I do. And that I don't—I don't want her to go. I glance at my watch. It's nearly one in the morning. "It's late." I turn to look at her… And she's biting that fucking lip. I groan internally as the sight stirs the monster inside of me. "And you're biting your lip." Oh, I want to fuck you. Please, let me fuck you, Miss Steele… Let me make you mine.

"Sorry," she whispers.

"Don't apologize. It's just that I want to bite it too, hard."

She gasps.

"Come," I murmur.

"What?" she breathes.

"We're going to rectify the situation right now." I hold my hand out to her.

"What do you mean?" she stammers, "What situation?"

"Your situation, Ana," I tell her, "I'm going to make love to you, now."

Saying the words, I'm not sure I can. How the fuck do you make love?

"Oh," she gasps. Her eyes are wide.

"That's if you want to, I mean. I don't want to push my luck."

"I thought you didn't make love. I thought you fucked hard," she says and swallows.

I grin at her. "I can make an exception, or maybe combine the two, we'll see. I really want to make love to you. Please, come to bed with me," Now I'm begging her, "I want our arrangement to work, but you really need to have some kind of idea what you're getting yourself into. We can start your training tonight—with the basics." The very basics of basics. "This doesn't mean I've come over all hearts and flowers," I warn her, "It's a means to an end, but one that I want, and hopefully you do, too."

I watch her face turn pink. "But I haven't done all the things you require from your list of rules," she whispers.

"Forget about the rules." Who the fuck is this, and why is he saying these things? "Forget about all those details for tonight. I want you. I've wanted you since you fell into my office, and I know you want me. You wouldn't be sitting here, calmly discussing punishment and hard limits if you didn't. Please, Ana, spend the night with me." I hold my hand out to her, begging her. Please, Ana, please say yes. This is the most honest I've ever been, probably in my whole life, but I don't give a fuck right now.

All I want is for Ana to come to bed with me. Now.

She reaches out and places her hand in mine, and I pull her to me, pressing the curves of her body to me. Oh, she feels good against me. But she'd feel even better naked. I reach up to wind her ponytail around my wrist, and I pull, ever so slightly, so her I can have access to her face. I stare down into her eyes. She gazes back, innocently, her eyes huge.

"You are one brave young woman," I breathe, "I am in awe of you."

I lower my lips to hers, kissing her gentler than I've ever kissed anyone. I suck that delectable lower lip into my mouth. "I want to bite this lip," I whisper against her mouth, and I close my teeth around her lip, ever so softly.

She moans against my mouth, and I smile, the sound resonating deep in my belly, making me hard.

"Please, Ana, let me make love to you," I beg her.

"Yes."

Yes. My grin widens, and I release her, keeping her hand, and I lead her to my bedroom.

I let go of her, leaving her standing at the edge of the bed so that I can remove my watch. I lay it on the chest of drawers. I remove my jacket and lay it on the nearby chair. I take my shoes and my socks off.

I turn to gaze at her, and she's staring at me.

"I assume you're not on the pill." The virgin that she is, she wouldn't need to worry about birth control unless there's something wrong with her cycles.

The shock on her face answers that question for me.

"I didn't think so," I say, and I pull open the top drawer and pull out a packet of condoms. Fuck, I hate using these things. I'll need to get her on some sort of contraceptive right away. But for tonight, the next little while, these will do.

"Be prepared," I mutter, gazing at her. "Do you want the blinds drawn?"

"I-I don't mind," she whispers, "I thought you didn't let anyone sleep in your bed."

"Who says we're going to sleep?"

"Oh," she says.

I walk to her, and I watch her as her body responds. Her cheeks flush, and her eyes darken, her pupils widen. Those beautiful lips part, and I can hear her begin to pant.

I stop in front of her, staring into her eyes.

"Let's get this jacket off, shall we?" I murmur. I push the jacket off her slim shoulders, and place it on the chair with mine. "Do you have any idea how much I want you, Ana Steele?"

Her breath hitches. Our eyes are locked, I can't tear mine from hers. There's something in them that rivets me, drills me to the spot. I want her so much.

I reach up, caressing her face.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" I murmur lowly, gripping her chin gently in my fingers.

I kiss her, coaxing her into response, letting it linger. On their own accord, my hands begin to undo her blouse, fingers deftly releasing the buttons, as I trail soft kisses over her beautiful face.

I peel her shirt from her skin and let it fall to the floor, then step back to enjoy the view. She's wearing a gorgeous, lacy blue bra. She looks… Heart stopping.

"Oh, Ana. You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want to kiss every single inch of it," I breathe.

She flushes, the blush extending right down to her breasts, even her shoulders pinking. It is the most beautiful color I've ever seen.

I reach forward to undo her hair. It falls around her shoulders, swirling around her face—a dark, beautiful curtain. As it falls, so does her scent around me. Freesia and sandalwood. Sexy perfection.

"I like brunettes," I mutter, and I shove my hands in those gorgeous planes of her hair, dragging her lips back to mine, more demanding now, less gentle, coaxing her lips apart with my own, as well as my tongue. She moans, and the word makes me even harder than I already am, and I feel her tongue on mine, shy and mild.

I free one of my hands from her hair, pressing it to the small of her back, pulling her closer. I want her to feel me, I want her to know what she does to me.

She moans again at the feel of it, and it sets my blood on fire with want. Oh, yes, baby. Feel me. Feel how much I want you.

Her hands are on my arms, and then they're in my hair. She tugs, gently, and the feeling is… exquisite. I groan into her mouth and ease her toward the bed, walking her backwards until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the mattress.

I kneel in front of her, gripping her hips in my hands, and I run my tongue around her navel. Her body is so sexy, slim and tight, only slightly muscular, but it only makes her look more womanly. I nip my way from hipbone to hipbone.

"Ah…" The sound she makes blurs my focus. Fuck, she's hot.

Her hands are in my hair, pulling gently. She's breathing hotly, heavily, loudly.

I lift my eyes to hers, find them hooded and lustful, and I pop the button on her jeans and slowly ease them over her hips, her backside, running my hands down her buttocks as I go. What a mighty fine ass she has.

I lick my lips and lean forward, running my nose up the front of her panties, inhaling deeply through my nostrils. Oh, she smells so good. Musky, but amazingly sweet. I want to taste her.

"You smell so good," I whisper and I close my eyes.

I reach up and around her, to tug the bedclothes off the mattress, and then I push her down onto it.

I remove her shoes and her socks, but don't release her ankle. I run my thumbnail up her instep, and from where she's leaning up on her elbows, watching me, she gasps. Yes, baby. I bet you didn't know you could feel this in your feet… She's so responsive, and we've barely even started. I replace my thumbnail with my tongue, and then my teeth, eliciting a soft groan, and then a moan, as she falls back onto the mattress.

Softly, I chuckle. "Oh, Ana, what I could do to you."

I pull her jeans completely off, abandoning them on the floor somewhere nearby.

I take a moment to drink her in, this gorgeous woman, splayed out on my mattress, hair wild around her face, cheeks flushed the most delicious shade of pink.

"You're very beautiful, Anastasia Steele," I murmur to her, "I can't wait to be inside you… Show me how you pleasure yourself."

She frowns.

"Don't be coy, Ana, show me," I urge her.

She shakes her head at me, still frowning. "I don't know what you mean," she croaks.

So shy, Miss Steele. "How do you make yourself come? I want to see."

She shakes her head again. "I don't."

I feel my eyebrows lift in astonishment. Fuck me. She doesn't even masturbate?!

"Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that," I say. Oh, this is going to be so much fucking fun. But right now, I'd like to bury myself inside her.

I stand and undo the button on my jeans and slowly pull them down, watching her watch me, teasing her.

I lean over her, grasping an ankle in each hands, and I jerk her legs apart. I crawl up, between her legs and hover over her.

"Keep still," I tell her, and I lean down to kiss the inside of her thigh, trailing kisses up, and over the thin, gauzy material of her panties. She's warm, her panties already damp with her arousal.

Oh, Ana…

She wriggles underneath me, so, so responsive. I think she's going to need extensive training.

"We're going to have to work on keeping you still, baby," I tell her, planting kisses up her stomach, pausing to dip my tongue into her belly button. I kiss up her torso, between her breasts, coming to lie down beside her.

I trail my hand up from her hip, to cup her breasts, cradling it in my hand. She fills my hand like a puzzle piece.

"You fit my hand perfectly, Anastasia," I whisper to her, and slide my pointer finger into her bra cup, grazing her nipple, and I yank the material down to free her. I repeat the action with her other bra cup.

Her breasts are absolutely flawless. Her nipples are pink and luscious, pristinely proportionate to the rest of her breasts.

"Very nice," I murmur, as I watch her nipples harden under just my gaze.

I purse my lips and blow softly on her right nipple, and lift my hand to her other breast, rolling the end of her nipple with my thumb. It elongates under my touch and she groans softly.

Her fingers clasp the sheet tightly, and I lock my lips around her free nipple, tugging gently.

Her back arches slightly off the bed, and she groans again.

So responsive… so sensitive…

"Let's see if we can make you come this way, I whisper, sucking, blowing, tugging, gently. It's not long before her body begins to stiffen, her head tilting back.

"Oh, please," she begs me, and it makes me so fucking hard.

Yes, baby, feel it.

Her legs stiffen, her mouth falls open.

"Let go, baby," I urge. Gently I close my teeth around her nipple, pulling her other nipple hard with my thumb and finger and she explodes, that little spike of pain triggering her orgasm.

I kiss her deeply, swallowing her cries as she comes, her body stiffening, and then turning to jelly.

Oh, yeah, baby.

I grin down at her as she floats slowly back to earth, and she opens her eyes.

"You are very responsive," I tell her, "You're going to have to learn to control that, and it's going to be so much fun teaching you how." I press my lips to hers once more.

She's still panting, and I brush my hand down her body, slipping it past the barrier of her panties, cupping her sex. Slowly, with the pads of my fingers, I circle her clitoris and find that she's wet, extremely wet.

My breathing hitches and I let my eyes close for a second. Oh my fuck.

"You're so deliciously wet," I murmur, "God, I want you." I thrust two of my fingers inside her, into her warmth, into that wet, soft tightness, and she cries out at my advance.

I do it once more, and again.

I grind my palm gently into her clitoris, which makes her call out again.

So, so responsive, baby.

I thrust my fingers into her, against her, harder. She groans, a deep, unbelievably sexy sound.

I need to be inside her.

I sit up, tugging her panties over her hips and off, tossing them on the floor. I pull my own boxer briefs off, freeing my pressing erection.

I reach over to the side table, pluck up a condom, and push her legs farther apart. I kneel up to roll the condom over my length, and I see the look she's giving me. She looks… fearful, and yet impressed, as she gazes down at my length.

"Don't worry. You expand too," I tell her, leaning down, hands on either side of her head. I stare down into her eyes, and force myself to make sure one more time, praying to fucking Jesus that she says yes, because I don't know if I can stop myself now.

"You really want to do this?"

"Please," she breathes.

Thank God. "Pull your knees up," I order, and she does so, quickly. "I'm going to fuck you now, Miss Steele," I breathe and I position myself at her entrance. "Hard."

I ram into her. She cries out, loudly, and I stop, staring down at her.

I've done it. She is mine, completely mine, and I'm euphoric about it.

Oh, fuck, she's so tight. I've never fucked a girl so tight. I have to focus myself, or I'm gonna lose my shit in two seconds. I groan lowly.

"You're so tight," I pant. "You okay?"

Oh, she feels good. So fucking good.

She nods, eyes wide, hands on my arms.

"I'm going to move, baby," I say after a moment, still strained, but I can handle myself now.

Fucking hell, she is so good. She's clenched like a vise around me, and absolutely soaked.

I pull out of her, slowly. Oh fuck yes. I close my eyes and groan, and slam into her again. She cries out again, wordlessly, and I still.

"More?" I whisper, everything inside me strained tight.

"Yes," she whispers.

I pull out and ram once more, stilling again. Fucking hell, it's not going to take me long. I can feel her relaxing around me, getting used to the sensation.

"Again?"

"Yes," she moans, begs.

I pull out and thrust into her again, but this time I keep moving. Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck, this is so good.

I bear my weight on my elbows, settling most of my weight over her so she can't move, so that she can't touch my chest.

I go slowly at first, conscious that this may not be as pleasurable an experience for her as it is for me. When she starts moving her hips to meet mine, I decide to move faster.

She moans, and the sound is encouraging, so I pick up the pace, hammering into her, again and again. She keeps up with my pace, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust.

Oh, Ana…

I grip her head between my hands and kiss her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as the pleasure builds inside of me, everything tightening, the pressure building. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuck. I'm incoherent with pleasure. It's never been this good, and I wonder if it's because I'm fucking a virgin, or if it's because I'm fucking Anastasia Steele.

I feel her start to build, her body quivering, stiffening, her breasts bowing into my chest. She whimpers as the sensation builds inside her, and I shift, aiming for her sweet spot.

"Come for me, Ana," I demand, breathless, and she does, shattering to pieces around me. I feel her pulse, and the moisture grows, and she clenches around me.

Fuck.

My orgasm rips through me and I cry out her name, quivering and shaking over her, pouring myself into the condom between us.

As the sensation fades, I press my forehead to hers, waiting for my pounding heart to calm, for the breath to come back into my lungs.

I blink my eyes open to find her staring at me. Gently, I kiss her on her forehead, and I ease myself out of her.

"Ooh," she says, cringing as I do so.

"Did I hurt you?" I command, immediately concerned. The irony is not lost on me as I say the words. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks so beautiful, post-orgasm. She's flushed and relaxed.

She grins hugely. "You are asking me if you hurt me?" she asks.

"The irony is not lost on me," I say, grinning, "Seriously, are you okay?" For some reason, this is impertinent to me. I need to know if she's okay.

Beside me, she uncoils, stretches out, taking inventory, I suppose. She grins at me and bites her lip.

I want to fuck her again.

"You're biting your lip, and you haven't answered me," I tell her, frowning, trying to be serious.

She grins at me again.

"I'd like to do that again," she whispers.

Oh thank fuck. She's not hurt. I was worried I'd been too rough with her. Lust consumes me again.

"Would you now, Miss Steele?" I kiss the corner of her mouth softly. "Demanding little thing, aren't you?" I want to see that gorgeous ass. "Turn on your front."

She blinks spasmodically at me for a second, and then obeys what I've asked.

I unhook her bra, and run my hand down her back, to that glorious tight ass, admiring the flawless span of alabaster skin as I go.

"You really have the most beautiful skin," I say softly.

I push one of my legs between hers, lying half across her body. I gather the hair off her face and plant a kiss on her naked shoulder, creamy and gorgeous.

"Why are you wearing your shirt?" she asks, and I freeze.

Something wars inside me. Should I tell her straight off the bat that I don't like to be touched? But then, tonight is her first time, and I've promised myself I would make it as normal as possible for her.

I unbutton and slip out of my shirt, and then lie back down, pressing my chest against her back. Hmm, she's warm.

"So, you want me to fuck you again?" I whisper in her ear.

I trap her beneath me with my weight, so that she can't touch me.

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So, there it is! One of the many chapters you've all been awaiting… ;) I hope I did it justice. Keep leaving those wonderful reviews. I'm always looking for feedback. I really hope I can stay as true to the Christian EL James created, and not the one I feel I'm creating in my own head. It's hard writing for a Dominant CEO! Lol!

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